Tuesday, October 7, 2008

I'm so goth a black blog is implied and thus unnecessary.

There's all these horror films available for rent on my Mom's magic picture box in celebration of Halloween, which is not only the best holiday in general, but the best holiday for inspiring a genre of films. I mean, Christmas movies, don't make me puke. I love Christ and all but his birthday is gaaaaay. Groundhog Day was a pretty good movie but I think we can all agree that Groundhog Day II: Back in Action only recycled the formula without any of the originality or characterization of the first film. (How many of you just opened imdb right now to see if there really is a Groundhog Day II? There's not.) I'm off task. The point is, Halloween owns.

I kicked off the season with Repulsion (1965), Directed by Roman Polanski, starring Catherine Deneuve. She speaks a mousy english and spends the entire picture in a bewildered state. The men, hopelessly British in black and white, are positively smitten (much to their own peril) I guess because she's so beautiful and uninterested, but this was not enough for me. I didn't fall in love until she put a rotted rabbit's heart in her purse and took it to work with her. (Swoon.) She's not wound up quite right. When she touches the walls they turn to putty and she leaves an imprint of her palm. As an artist, can you think of something like that without having done drugs? Would any of you know the answer to such a question? Do tell.



In other news, Beverly Hills Chihuaha is number one at the box office and there is no God.

5 comments:

emarsh said...

You are so cheeky. I want to look at your magic picture box on demand. Oh, and what did I tell you about bringing the rabbit heart to work - someone's gonna find out and they're not going to like it.

stuporfly said...

Yes, Beverly Hills Chihuahua is one of many signs of the coming apocalypse. But what are the alternatives in the theater this week? I got a call from my father last night. My sister is visiting pops and my stepmother out in Palm Springs, and he was calling because they were dragging him to see Nights in Rodanthe (or whateverthefuckit'scalled), and he wanted to make sure I'd save the new James Bond for when I go out over Thanksgiving.

The poor bastard...

Anonymous said...

Catherine Deneuve is like that in pretty much all the movies I've seen her in.

And as an artist, I have thought of many "crazy" images/things without drugs. The implication is a bit lazy on your part, I think.

Molly said...

dude, no implication intended. I asked because I was genuinely curious.

Your mom is lazy Mike, go fuck yourself.

Anonymous said...

My answer is kind of boring, but those odder visions and thoughts happen during meditation,
dreams, stream of conscious writing and or speaking, manic/hyperness/fevers, depression, reactions to music/film/art, reactions to spending time with people, etc.